Oh, there it goes again
every once in a while
it's the same feeling
I wanna see you
I wanna hold your hand
and tell you
about everything
how I have felt
and my imagination

I'm waiting, waiting,
you don't know it
but it's true
can't get any word to write how it feels
I don't know if the wait is love
I wanna end the await and
and tell you
how I think about us forever

In my dreams, we're together
laughing around and
playing board games
stealing the last piece
of pizza from each other
laying on the ground,
pointing to the stars
cuddling on winter nights
and from there, who knows?
maybe that will be our first kiss

Is it just me and my imagination?
Oh, the feeling, the waiting,
I can't wait anymore
hold my hand and
tell me its not my imagination,
it's us!

To my mom
  
It's your guiding light
brighten me up into the dark sky
even when I'm doubtful
you always push me up.

It's your comforting touch
with care takes me home
while laying on your lap
it's restful as a soft pillow.

It's your pleasant voice and
the beautiful smile makes me
confident and motivate
to overcome any obstacle.

It's you who stays with me
loyally and trustfully in
every good and bad
situations of life.

I'm proud to be your daughter,
Thank you, mom, for loving every day like me.

What if I meet me one day!
What do I do? How will I react?
Will I be Surprise or just scream out?
Will I talk or avoid my own self?
Will I be friends or rivals?
Will I like or dislike my appearance?
Will I love or hate my behavior?
Will I mingle with my attitude?
A series of random questions!!
I have been asking myself gazing at the mirror in the early morning
What if I meet me,
would I like myself ??

Sometimes it feels like...
it's better to be a real ghost than a ghost in the real world!

I
had been
lying to escape from situations,
avoiding conversations to be
alone in a crowd,
drifting away from the world,
fading away in the air,
freezing time to be numb
and
making me live like a dead human!